Step one: Add 1 beautiful woman. Kill her.
Step two: Add glib, sociopathic dialogue. Stir until thoroughly disgusting.
Step three: Add 1 new vulnerable woman in peril every 15 minutes.
Step four: Add a dash of disturbing gender politics.
Step five: Garnish with in-jokes and self-reference so everyone knows how clever you are.
Step six: Overcook.
And there you have it. You've written a Kevin Williamson script. Good for you. If it's 1996, you're a goddamn rebel. If it's 2014, you should be embarrassed.